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ticcyyy ([personal profile] ticcyyy) wrote2009-07-01 04:53 am
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Dissonance (House/Cuddy, NC-17)

title: Dissonance
pairing: House/Cuddy
words: 2,250
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: When the vulture flies sideways, the moon has hair on its upper lip.
notes: Thank you to my bb, [livejournal.com profile] bammel, for looking over this for me!

summary: Hurting Cuddy was the only way he knew how to get close to her at all these days.





Dissonance
by Ticcy




House stumbled through the front door with Cuddy in his arms. Kicking it shut behind him, it slammed closed against the force of him shoving her up against it, his mouth a mere breath away from hers and their noses squashed together. "So," he murmured.

Cuddy squirmed against him and turned her head away, to the side. "You're drunk."

She didn't sound happy about that fact. She sounded downright aggravated, if not tense. He didn't care. "So?" he said again, breathing against the side of her neck this time. He inhaled deeply as he sloppily kissed it, smelling soap and perfume and Cuddy. All those smells mingled in the smell of his bourbon-soaked breath. With one hand braced against the door for balance, he slid his other hand onto her belly and crept it up under jacket to her breast. "I want you."

"House," she warned.

He dragged his drunken smirk up the length of her throat. "Cuddy," he mimicked.

"You're drunk," she repeated, like that was supposed to mean something to him.

And, oh, it did mean something to him. He wasn't supposed to be doing this with her. He wasn't supposed to be pushing boundaries like this when he had no right to be pushing them, not now. But nothing mattered when he was drunk. Cuddy wasn't supposed to matter, either. He was drunk enough that he could almost believe it, too. Almost.

"House, don't do this," she said quietly.

"Don't do what?"

"This."

He ignored her. Breast cupped in his hand, he squeezed it through her shirt, running his tongue along her neck up to her jaw. He'd called Cuddy to come and pick his drunk, sorry ass up from the bar because Wilson wasn't answering his cell phone and he didn't have enough money on him to call a cab. He hadn't wanted to phone her. Somewhere in his booze-addled brain, he knew calling her would be a bad idea. Still, his fingers had fumbled with the speed dial on his cell phone and slapped it to his ear. Cuddy hadn't sounded pleased to hear him on the phone at close to midnight, breathing into the phone that he needed a ride and he didn't just mean the automobile kind. She'd called him a pig and hung up. He'd known - somehow - that she hadn't hung up for good. So, he'd waited. Five minutes later, his phone had rang and when he'd answered, Cuddy was on the other end, saying in a crisp tone that she'd be there to get him in ten minutes, that he'd better be ready and had better not vomit in her car. And now, here he was.

He ignored the way Cuddy was trying to shove him back with her hands pressed to his chest, and focused on just tasting as much of her as he could get his mouth on. He slid his hands back down her body to her hips and surged himself against her while his mouth found hers. He kissed her hard while she bit at his mouth angrily. "I didn't bring you home for this," she hissed.

"Then why did you?"

"Because you're pathetic. Because you would be stupid enough to drive yourself home if I hadn't agreed to meet you."

He moved a hand down around to her ass and he groped it with a firm squeeze. "So?"

"So." She bit at his mouth again, hard enough to startle him slightly. "I'm not letting you use me. Not again."

One of his hands was creeping back up to her breast again. "You wouldn't have agreed to pick me up if you didn't like being used."

His mouth was back down by her throat and he felt it flex against his lips as she swallowed thickly. "You're a real bastard, you know that?"

"And you're a bitch," he replied, to provoke her more than because he believed his words. "That makes us even."

"I hate you," she said icily.

He started to push his hand up under her shirt. He tried to ignore the sting of her words. "No, you don't."

He heard her gasp and it wasn't as angry as she probably meant it to sound. He pulled back from her neck and shoved her shirt up roughly over her breasts, and he leaned down and claimed a nipple in his mouth. He heard her gasp again and this time her fingers slid into his hair. He sucked her nipple through the material of her bra, feeling her nails clawing across his scalp. "Screw you," she panted softly.

"I knew you'd come around eventually."

He tugged the bra cup down with his thumb so her breast spilled out and he latched back onto her nipple, which had swirled and hardened. He heard her groan this time, a needy sound, punctuated with Cuddy crushing her pelvis up against his. "God, don't stop," she breathed, tugging his face closer to her chest. He obeyed, using his tongue and teeth to torture her nipple until she was breathing hard and desperately.

He pulled back and everything became a flurry of clothes being shed and mouths kissing with an animalistic ferocity. Within minutes, Cuddy was stripped down to just her panties, tearing his jeans undone. They stumbled through his apartment, crashing into furniture and staggering into his darkened bedroom with hands grabbing at each other in all the places they could reach. The moment the backs of her knees hit the bed, she flopped to the mattress and pulled him with her. He crawled over her and attacked her breasts with his lips, groaning deep in her mouth when she palmed his erection in her hand. He fumbled with her panties, ripping them down to her knees before she was guiding him into her.

It was a clumsy struggle, her legs trapped by her underwear and his body uncoordinated from the alcohol swilling in his veins. The bed creaked under their shifting weight, the bed sheets rumpled beneath their bodies and House grunted with his mouth crushed to hers as his hand joined hers in a clumsy attempt to help enter her. He slid in, tight and hot and wet, and he gasped at the same time that she softly cried out, the rhythm of their bodies moving together immediately fast and frantic.

Her arms enveloped him and her hands were everywhere. All over his back, in his hair, grasping his head, his shoulders. "House," she whimpered almost inaudibly, her voice broken and full of longing.

Through the disorientation of drunkenness, his chest tightened. For Cuddy. For what he'd once had with her and had now lost. God, Cuddy, he was thinking. God, god, god. He struggled to push deeper inside her, her hands slapping onto his ass to help drive him into her. A ripping sound split the air, the elastic on her panties tearing under the strain of Cuddy trying to spread her legs wider.

Being drunk gave him close to no control over his body. He came before she did, panting helplessly into the side of her neck while he orgasmed deep inside her. "Sorry," he mumbled when he came back to his senses enough to be able to speak. "Sorry."

"Shut up." Cuddy grabbed the back of his head with one hand and reached her other hand between them. She started to stroke herself. "Keep moving."

House did as he was told, though the sensitivity of having orgasmed made it almost painfully uncomfortable. But he kept moving. With his face buried against neck, he thrust as fast as he could, trying to will his penis to stay hard enough until she came. Another ripping sound came from her panties. Her breath was coming in sharper pants, her hand driving at a frantic pace between their bodies. "Oh," she called out, arching beneath him. He pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her head was pressed back into the pillow, her mouth open wide and eyes clamped shut. "Oh."

She hunched up from the pillow with an orgasmic cry. As she flopped back, he claimed her mouth and kissed her hard while she pulled her hand free from between their bodies. She grasped his head and forced him deeper into the kiss, enough to make his lips feel bruised and his lungs to hurt from lack of air. He broke away with a gasp, then resumed the kiss almost straight away. I'm sorry, he wanted to say. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you.

He was sorry, too - he was sorry for every cruel thing he'd ever said to her, every nasty thing he'd done to drive her away from him. He could never bring himself to say he was sorry, though, and he couldn't do it now, either. Kissing her like his life depended on it was all he had left. The guilt of knowing he'd been the one to ruin them was sobering, like a dash of icy cold water. Tangled all up in Cuddy with her skin under his and her hands gripping onto him in ways that spoke volumes of how much she missed him, he didn't want to pull back or let her go. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he kept thinking. Tell me you forgive me.

Cuddy was the one who ended the kiss. He resisted as she pushed him back and turned her head away. He tried to chase her mouth with his, only to be shoved back even harder. "Get off."

"I just did." A bad joke; he was stalling for time. Anything to stay close for just one more second.

"House."

His penis was soft now; it slipped out of her as he pulled away reluctantly and rolled off, his penis trailing a wet line of semen mixed with her fluids across her inner thigh. Then silence. Just the sound of their breathing, heavy and out of sync. His body was buzzing with aftershocks, but it felt empty. He was definitely sober now. Sober and aware of all the guilt. Guilt for all the hurt he'd caused Cuddy. Guilt for what had just happened. Guilt that, yes, he'd used her. Yet again. Anything to get close to her, even if it meant hurting her. It was the only way he knew how to get close to her at all these days. It was the only way he'd ever really known how to get close to her, to reassure himself that she cared about him. The day she stopped being hurt by him was the day she stopped caring, stopped loving him. At least if he was able to still hurt Cuddy, that meant he still mattered to her. Even though he hated himself every time he saw the devastated look of hurt on her face.

"I don't hate you," Cuddy's voice, quiet and strangely hollow, broke the silence.

He was silent for a moment. "You should."

"I know."

He stared up at the ceiling, at the beams of moonlight cutting across it. He licked his lips and opened his mouth. I'm sorry, he thought to say. I never meant for us to end up like this. He held his breath. Then he swallowed, swallowing the words with it. And then it was too late to say anything - the bed shifted as Cuddy reached down for her panties and pulled them back up her thighs and over her hips. She was going to leave and he wasn't going to stop her, as much as he wanted so very badly for her to stay. He suddenly wished he hadn't sobered, that he was still too drunk to be able to see. He wished he hadn't phoned Cuddy. He wished she'd hung up on him the first time and never called back. Once again, he was regretting every move he made. Why did everything always have to end up being about regret? Regret and pain and loneliness.

"I'm sorry, House," she said once she'd gathered her clothes and was standing by the door.

He brusquely shook his head. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want her to speak. Better she leave with everything unsaid than leave with her words hanging thick in the air and in his mind like fog that couldn't be lifted. "Just go."

Despite himself, he dared himself to look at her and saw she was staring right back at him, clutching her clothes against her naked chest. She looked so vulnerable, standing there like that. "I want to hate you," she said quietly. "It would be so much easier if I could."

"Cuddy--"

"Do you really think we were a mistake? Is that what you really think of me?"

"Just go," he repeated, sharply this time.

She drew in a quick breath and he saw the tendons in her throat flex and twitch nervously. Her lips parted in the gesture of wanting to say more. But then she nodded, pressing her lips back together in a thin, trembling line, and turned. He watched her naked back as she retreated from the room and listened to the sounds of her shuffling about in the living room while she dressed. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of the front door creaking open and then closing quietly.


end

[identity profile] pottermanic.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
ASDFGHJKL;A I was just going to go to sleep when i saw this and now i'm all heartbroken and hot and sdfghjhgfds so NOT sleeping now anymore. KEEPING PEOPLE AWAKE. I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING THERE.

The whole premise of this fic, of the fact that the only way House can be close to Cuddy is by ~hurting~ her is so haunting but so true to their characters. I've been reading so much House/Cuddy fluff recently that this kind of just slapped me right back into the "reality" of how angsty of a ship they really are.

And yet, through all the crap, Cuddy always stays by him and never leaves. Goddamn, they're so beautifully fucked up. ♥

Nothing mattered when he was drunk. Cuddy wasn't supposed to matter, either. He was drunk enough that he could almost believe it, too. Almost. - This just stuck with me. I love that even when he's so completely drunk, there's still a small part of him that acknowledges his deeper feelings for her.

I really love this Ticcy!

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
I love fluff (in measured doses), but I know what you mean - I sometimes will read fluff and forget just how screwed up they are until I come across something that reminds me. And then I realise I like the screwed upness of it all so much more than the fluff, LOL. I guess because I love the complexities being explored, which fluff doesn't often go into.

But yeah, they really are beautifully (and ugly-ly, lmao) fucked up. House is fucked up enough with how he approaches testing how another cares about him. Cuddy is just as fucked up in her own way for letting him. Wilson is, too. SO fucked up. It's hard to know who's more worse than who sometimes, ahahaha.

Nnnrrrraaagh I love them. LOVE. ♥

Thanks so much for reading, bb! I'm so glad you liked it. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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[identity profile] milena-barbosa.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Beautifully sad ♥

"Do you really think we were a mistake? Is that what you really think of me?"

I totally pictured this in cuddy's house universe.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ahahaha yeah, I was saying to someone else here - I find it hard to step too far away from the cuddys_house 'verse, 'cause it's just become so ingrained in my fanon 'realisation' of House/Cuddy. So, the recurring themes in that game end up weaving their way through the fics I write, too. :-P

Thanks so much for reading, bb. ♥

[identity profile] bammel.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
ilittttttttttttt

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
ALL THANKS TO YOUUUUU. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NITPICKING THE STORY FOR ME. ♥

[identity profile] purple-panacea.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
THIS is why I love House/Cuddy. It hurts so good. Fabulous work as always!

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much! I'm very glad you enjoyed it. :-)

[identity profile] kellinator1380.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
GAH, I cannot even put into words how much I adored reading this. You're so true to their characters and you really capture how heartbreaking and screwed up their relationship is, which is why I love them.


Anything to get close to her, even if it meant hurting her. It was the only way he knew how to get close to her at all these days. It was the only way he'd ever really known how to get close to her, to reassure himself that she cared about him. The day she stopped being hurt by him was the day she stopped caring, stopped loving him. At least if he was able to still hurt Cuddy, that meant he still mattered to her. Even though he hated himself every time he saw the devastated look of hurt on her face.

This really got me. Its so true and really explains why he always pushes his relationships with those he cares about (Cuddy and Wilson especially). Yet Cuddy stands by his side and just keeps coming back to him no matter what. If that's not love idk what is.

"I want to hate you," she said quietly. "It would be so much easier if I could."

Just THIS. I bet Cuddy recites that to herself constantly.

I hope you have more writing planned because I really love your fics and reading this made me forget that the show is on haitus for 3 more months.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yet Cuddy stands by his side and just keeps coming back to him no matter what. If that's not love idk what is.

The exact same can be said for Wilson, yeah. They both love him in their own way but like the judge in Words And Deeds said - House has way more loyal friends than he deserves. 'Cause neither Cuddy nor Wilson deserve the crap House puts them through, even if they're the idiots for choosing to stick around and endure it.

But thanks so much for the lovely review! I'm willing to bet Cuddy recites that to herself a lot, too. In that sense, it's not far from House's relationship with Stacy - I'm willing to bet pretty much any relationship he would have would end up with his partner wanting to hate him for all the hurt he causes.

I do plan to write more! I do an awful lot of House/Cuddy writing over at [livejournal.com profile] cuddys_house, if you're after something that's very long, very plotty and is updated every single day (and is indefinitely ongoing). :-)

Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment. ♥

[identity profile] tuckp3.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
a pint of drunken sex (which is one of my favorite kinds and very well captured here) served with a shot of angst and a chaser of melancholy; they mix well, but you it makes you numb and depresses you and you pay the price the next morning.

as always, lovely work.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much for reading. Yeah, House/Cuddy is an entire cocktail of issues. ;-)

[identity profile] topaz-eyes.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I love how you write House/Cuddy here: hot, messy and complicated, equal measures of love and hate. The thought that hurting her is the only way to be just kills.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
The hurting as the only way to know if Cuddy still loves him has also kicked in a big House/Wilson bunny, too, 'cause that approach applies to Wilson just as much in its own way.

Thanks so much for reading, bb. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :-)

[identity profile] mlo1114.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
WOah, that was great!!
Loved the House approach to Cuddy!! Ohh it's so sad... the swallowing of words and ohhh it's so great.

Thanks for sharing loved reading it!!

mlo

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much for reading! I'm very glad you enjoyed it. :-)

[identity profile] moonchic1023.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Heartbreaking and beautiful. As much as I want the happy Huddy!Sexing, this is to true to them and their relationship...loveit!

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much for reading. I like happiness for them, too... but I can never see the happiness lasting or sustaining them in any way. They're both much too miserable to put any real trust in something like 'happiness'.

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :-)

(Anonymous) 2009-06-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
A truer and more devastating account of the House/Cuddy dynamic has not been written. This was extraordinarily powerful. Especially the repeated use of "sorry" as the refrain sadly echoing down the paragraphs from his "sorry ass" to her final declaration: "I'm sorry."

Just wow! and Thanks.

--blacktop

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, thank you so much for the wonderful and lovely feedback. And I'm thrilled you picked up on the 'sorry' resonating throughout the story and how its meaning changed, despite being the same word.

Thanks so much for reading!

[identity profile] lauriestein.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I just can't tell you how great it is to read something so painfully in character. These two crash into each other and it's hot but it's sad and they can't be happy because they make each other sad and angry. And yet they do it anyway.

Just very, very perfect.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
These two crash into each other and it's hot but it's sad and they can't be happy because they make each other sad and angry. And yet they do it anyway.

Exactly why I never see them working on the show. They would have their moments, and those moments would be wonderful moments. But those moments wouldn't be enough to sustain an otherwise completely broken relationship that ends up built on hurt and pain.

Thanks so much for reading. ♥
london_fan: London - Tower Bridge at night with a beautiful blue/teal colouring (House/Cuddy - Passion)

[personal profile] london_fan 2009-06-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
They (or rather you) broke my heart once again. The thought that hurting her is the only way to be close, to see that she still cares is crushing.

Perfectly written, as always.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
It is crushing :-( And yet, that's exactly what he does. He's so fucked up. And Cuddy's just as fucked up for letting him continue to do that to her. As is Wilson.

Thanks for reading, bb! ♥

[identity profile] blatterations.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
This is flawless characterisation, but oh god the hotness of it all may just kill me if the angst doesn't get there first. <3

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, thanks so much! I always aim for ICness/recognisable characterisation, so I am happy to know my take on House and Cuddy worked for you. :-)

Thanks so much for reading!

[identity profile] crumpled-up.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
YES. MOAR FIC. AND HOTNESS. AND SCREWED UP HOUSE/CUDDY. JUST MY CUP OF TEA.

I totally got flashback of c_h when Cuddy asked if they were a mistake and House's hurtful words. WAY TO BREAK ME, TICCY. That and House's guilt and inability to do anything and Cuddy always being there despite the fact that they're all screwed up and hurting. askdjga;wirja;sdlkfj Hahaha everything always comes back to c_h for me, but it makes me love this even more.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ahahaha is it sad that I draw almost all my House/Cuddy ideas and inspirations from that game these days? It's become so ingrained in my fanon 'realisation' of House and Cuddy that I find it hard to step back from that. Lol.

If the one thing that game has made me take note of, it's how hurtful House is and not just how but why. Because he really does hurt maliciously but for his own selfish reasons - to prove Cuddy still cares about him. Because he can't just ASK HER OR ANYTHING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WOULD, NO.

I'm so glad you liked this, bb! Thanks so much for reading! ♥!

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[identity profile] wanderlonely.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Beautiful and sad. ♥

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, bb. ♥

[identity profile] therapeute.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wonderful.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :-)

[identity profile] blackcoffeelove.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
holy shit. this was... just... amazing. Thankyou!

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for reading! I'm very glad you enjoyed it. :-)

[identity profile] agica89.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Hot, beautiful and very IC.

I love the title and this sentence: "The day she stopped being hurt by him was the day she stopped caring, stopped loving him."

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much, bb. ♥

I do honestly think that is part of how House operates, whether he's aware of it or not. The moment Cuddy and/or Wilson stop being hurt by the things he does is the day he really doesn't have their love and care anymore.

Thanks for reading. :-)

[identity profile] silent-snark.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
I want to read this, but I'm working on a fic of my own, and I have a hard and fast rule that I don't read fics when I'm actively working on a fic...

The temptation is killing me. Let's see if I even last 24 hours. ;)

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ahahaha I know what you mean! When I am vidding, I refuse to watch anyone else's vids in case I a) unintentionally end up picking up on someone else's idea, or b) gets discouraged by "o god, I suck at this so much".

I can't wait to read your fic! I've always enjoyed what you've written, even the half-drabbles (especially the half-drabbles - there are only a handful of fics that stick in my mind, and one of them is yours, that 50-word drabble you wrote which somehow managed to fry my brain with hot, IN FIFTY WORDS).

♥!

[identity profile] alywins.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
that was ridiculously good.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :-)

[identity profile] darkchild1283.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 10:37 am (UTC)(link)

Perfect. <3333

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, bb! ♥

[identity profile] morinen.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
This was so sharp, intense and real. And HAWT. I should stop reading porn at work.

I never read any Huddy fics except for yours, because you write them so amazingly in character. (Maybe I already said that before, I don't remember:).

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, thank you. That's quite the compliment. I really love writing them, so I'm very glad to know that my take on them works for you. Your feedback has made my night, ahahaha. Thank you! ♥

[identity profile] perspi.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
OH that was so hurty and good and just...OWCH. I loved it.

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Perspi! I'm glad you enjoyed it. ♥

[identity profile] lunavera1973.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So, what constitutes beauty in your fictions? It's brutal honesty. That's why I love them.
Reading this I had the scenes of your "Hurt" video in mind: I saw them holding fast onto each other, desperately, knowing this level of intimacy won't last. There are so many tentative attempts between them, hurting again and again so badly because they have to break apart after each. They are so close and yet there is a last hurdle they will never be able to clear. You described House's bitter failings so frankly, I think the scenes would be exactly the way you've shown us. That's what I would call "a bittersweet symphony".
Thank you for telling "plain truth"! Way to go!

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-25 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
(Look at how much I suck for taking so long to reply! I swear, RL needs to stop getting in the way of my internettin'!)

Your feedback is just lovely. Thank you so very much. Honesty and realism is always something I like to put across in my fics, as that's the kind of thing that interests me. So, I'm very glad to know that the realism and honesty was palpable and believable in this fic.

Thanks again! Your feedback put a big smile on my face. ♥

[identity profile] ducks-in-a-row.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
This definitely feeds my current fascination with angry sex for these two :-)

[identity profile] ticcyyy.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
I'd say they should have angry sex in cuddys_house, but idk how feasible it would be with Cuddy being so pregnant, ahahaha. (lol maybe in island_nowhere?)

I know what you mean, though. Angry sex between them definitely wouldn't just be about being angry. It would be a whole range of things that neither of them would either be able to explain nor willing to admit.

Thanks for reading, bb! I'm glad you enjoyed it. ♥

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